He Might Be a Bad Boy, But He's a Hell of a Man
Finally, she has to broach the subject. “Ahem.”
He doesn’t notice, still sprawled on the sofa watching TV. So she speaks louder. “Ahem.“
He looks up. “Mmm? Ready for another?” His anatomy comes to full attention so quickly Emma can’t help thinking it should make a cartoonish “Sproinggg!” sound.
“That might not be a bad—No!” Emma shakes her head, trying to get her fascination with the demon’s outsized endowment out of it. “I was just wondering when you were going to, y’know, go back where you came from.”
“Oh. What time is it?”
Emma glances at the clock. “Ten thirty.”
The demon shrugs. “In the old days, we couldn’t wait to get back to the twenty-five-hour party, so we left as soon as we could. But now…it’s a really boring place. Nobody really believes anymore the way they used to. Our supply of virgin sacrifices dried up long ago.”
“So now that I got a ticket out, I’ll be damned if I go back.” He waggles his eyebrows to emphasize the pun.